it's not what it looks like
"Oh, here and there. I know a lot of people and I trade a lot of things." And as she rightly guessed, he was a merchant back in Northaven. That much had not changed, Ianto offering a roguish little bow in greeting as they were 'properly' introduced. He did wince a touch though, at the use of his full name, though he shrugged it off as though it was nothing.
"That's right. I was Warren's apprentice, for the Wumpus Wagon," he explained, the quiet respect in his voice one that likely would never disappear, given how under Warren's thumb he had been for so long.
Not easy was a very simple way of putting it, but Ianto nodded since there wasn't really the time to describe the, ah, interesting time he'd spent in the Greatwood. Listening closely as she repeated her explanation, he let out a low whistle. "I never realised everyone else appeared inside that thing..." Why, then, had he been thrown outside of it?
"The Hollowed Grounds hold a great calamity that must never be released," he said, almost as if he had recited it. "If you were able to find a way out, then I'm not surprised they want your head for it."
"That's right. I was Warren's apprentice, for the Wumpus Wagon," he explained, the quiet respect in his voice one that likely would never disappear, given how under Warren's thumb he had been for so long.
Not easy was a very simple way of putting it, but Ianto nodded since there wasn't really the time to describe the, ah, interesting time he'd spent in the Greatwood. Listening closely as she repeated her explanation, he let out a low whistle. "I never realised everyone else appeared inside that thing..." Why, then, had he been thrown outside of it?
"The Hollowed Grounds hold a great calamity that must never be released," he said, almost as if he had recited it. "If you were able to find a way out, then I'm not surprised they want your head for it."
